Dying Birchtree,

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In the heart of the forest, a birch tree falls to its knees,

a surrender to the embrace of time.

Its once shimmering leaves

now mere a whispered memory of evening breeze.

Particle by particle, the birch turns into soil,

this is a love story, a poem of oneness.

Dying Birchtree speaks of death and arose from a ritual, where the women connected to the dying spirit of the tree and their own mortality.

It portraits the inherent beauty of death.

It will be printed 88 times on matt Fine Art Paper. It is signed and comes with a serial number.

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In the heart of the forest, a birch tree falls to its knees,

a surrender to the embrace of time.

Its once shimmering leaves

now mere a whispered memory of evening breeze.

Particle by particle, the birch turns into soil,

this is a love story, a poem of oneness.

Dying Birchtree speaks of death and arose from a ritual, where the women connected to the dying spirit of the tree and their own mortality.

It portraits the inherent beauty of death.

It will be printed 88 times on matt Fine Art Paper. It is signed and comes with a serial number.

In the heart of the forest, a birch tree falls to its knees,

a surrender to the embrace of time.

Its once shimmering leaves

now mere a whispered memory of evening breeze.

Particle by particle, the birch turns into soil,

this is a love story, a poem of oneness.

Dying Birchtree speaks of death and arose from a ritual, where the women connected to the dying spirit of the tree and their own mortality.

It portraits the inherent beauty of death.

It will be printed 88 times on matt Fine Art Paper. It is signed and comes with a serial number.